Quotes About Truth

He was right. And he was an insensitive shit.

what are out stories if not the mirrors we hold up to our fears?

Only there's two sides to every story, you know. You just remember that.

Sometimes we want something to be true so badly that we convince ourselves that it is true.

If the book is true, it will find an audience that is meant to read it.

I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family's and my country's past, holding in my hands these truths: that love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things. This much, at least, I've figured out. I know this much is true.

If a book is true, it will find an audience that is meant to read it.

All the dead bolts and pulled shades and hidden knives in the world couldn't protect you from the truth.

What are our stories if not the mirrors we hold up to our fears?

If you done it, it ain't bragging.

The real war will never get in the books.

Simplicity is the glory of expression.

I will go to the bank by the wood, and become undisguised and naked;

I accept Reality and dare not question it, Materialism first and last imbuing.

All truths wait in all things

The words of true poems are the tuft and final applause of science.

The young are beautiful—but the old are more beautiful than the young.

What ever satisfies the soul is truth.

they may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents.

Re-examine all that you have been told... Dismiss that which insults your soul.

You have not known what you are—you have slumber'd upon yourself all your life; Your eye-lids have been the same as closed most of the time; What you have done returns already in mockeries; The mockeries are not you; Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk;

Jeff Whitman [Walt's brother, who was with him in New Orleans] complained to his mother about all the folks who eagerly hurried to church on Sundays, dip their fingers in the holy water, and then go home and whip their slaves.

The great poets are to be known by the absence in them of tricks, and by the justification of perfect personal candor. All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candor.

Listen! I will be honest with you, I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new prizes